"disasterous" poems
*you stole my heart
and you locked it
in a cage, unable
to escape your
dangerous,
disasterous claws.*
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
Waking up seems like a futile effort to me.
To be in this realm, such a pity for all mortals.
As to one day, all of them will suffer the fate
of the unlucky ones.
Oh, how the world is polluted nowdays.
Mayhem, mayhem, and more mayhem.
Corruption, bloodbaths and destruction
for the race to see which is the alpha-male.
In the end, it is the survival of the most deceitful.
In the end, I am still on my bed.
My bones ache while my muscles creak.
Waking up is still a futile effort to me.
Sheilding from the disasterous world using my comfy blanket,
seems like a good idea.
But, if all of us were to slumber,
than who will straighten things out?
I arise and go,
to face the polluted world.
There, my legacy awaits
as another **** sapien.
That will uphold the truth
as all if us are responsible,
of how polluted the world is.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
dear daddy,
you won't recognize that title for a
few more months still, but yet it is me.
this is "your baby"!
i can recognize your voice, though.
just this morning, i asked mommy, "where's my daddy?" mommy said, "i'm not even sure."
she then explained to me about you helping 'america'
put out a disasterous fire.
"memo of love"
i am writing to tell you that i care...
let's get to know each other better.
this morning, i showered a brilliant sunrise
with all the colors of the rainbow into your eyes,
hoping to get your attention. but you hardly noticed!
that afternoon, as you sat with your friends, i warmed you in sunshine...
flowers still blooming with God's love. yet, you didn't notice me!
i wanted to speak with you so i shook the world
with my heart of wonder and made you a beautiful rainbow.
yet, you never noticed me!
tonight, i tried desperately to move you with a full moon
to lighten your sad face and a cool breeze to delight you.
you wouldn't believe your eyes, unless you heard it from me...
i even put you and mommy's star out,
hoping to see a warming smile upon your face
you never looked up!
in your sleep, i gave you
your dreams so lovely that a smile then appeared on your face.
i was amazed!
i'm here to watch over you, to guide you,
to reassure mommy, and to love you.
when you are ready for me,
please remember i'm waiting for you, in the care of mommy's love
for the both of us!!!
she loves you daddy-
and take care, i'll be watching you!!!
love, your little one,
"your baby"
1988
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
We go through the cycle,
exhausting ourselves with apologies over
feelings we're not supposed to have.
We numbly pick up the sharp, jagged
pieces of our broken hearts
and mindlessly wipe up the blood.
We inhale and take in the aroma
of one another, a haunting scent
reminding us how to feel.
And we share all the torn, tattered pieces
of our disasterous days, because facing
them together reminds us it's real.
We push the boundary,
we cross the line.
We take a punch to the gut and a stab to the heart
one more time.
This masochistic charade,
a constant temptation
to get high on sensation,
forever plaguing our fragile hearts and feeble minds.
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 8:50 AM UTC
Loving you.
I apologize not.
For I'm sincere about doing it to you.
You've been everything I requested in my life.
So I apologize not for loving you.
If we should ever depart.
No negative words with come from my heart.
For at one time in my eyes.
You was a great example of a shining star.
Belive me.
No disasterous poems.
No get back at you book.
Cause I hold you highly after all the harm.
But we still together.
So I apologize not for loving you.
You're the dream.
That jumped from my imagination.
A total joy to know.
And of course to love.
So I apologize not.
No way.
No how.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
We're weathering this unbecoming world of words. In the womby vortex of disgusting speech. We're not the movement in which your mouth commoves in disgusting misuse and hellacious abuse. Shame on you! We're already sickened by your pageantry and similar symbolism, simile, and pedantic matters of the hand. Someone should have stopped you. Your shoes don't fit and are rather unflattering. We're well rested Reader's of the greater digest and your context is unsuitably off. We've noted this recipe of disasterous dactyls and abhorrent lines that masquerade limerick like a proverb when it ought not be an idiom. We're weary to walk in your idiot-dom, your startlingly stark choice of anti-matter, and material of unsettling misuse so indigestibally obtuse. She says you've manufactured passages with verbose tapestries of word laxatives. We're unimpressed by how many fuxks you've given. Lessons like these are earned not given, not learned but lived. We're not meant to cure your ails, only forward your adjectives, and collect your mail.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
She attempted to burn her skin with the mere faucet
But no matter how warm the water became
the only marks on her skin were those previously left
by the hands of the rusty blade - hidden deep within her nightmares
She lay naked on the shower floor
****** legs and ****** arms spread out in front of her
and only she could make out the difference
between her tears and the running water
This child knew in that moment
that her every second on this earth had been a waste.
If only her mother, or the man that claimed to love her
knew just how empty she could feel
they would surely want no part in her disasterous real
So she lay down in the shower
as the water ran cold
and prayed for it drown her
with the small hope that there was still a God to show
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
weak willed, i listen to the collision of manic thoughts that resurface like a neverending disease whenever you are mentioned.
blue..
the whirl of memorys start, and in the mass hysteria of mental chaos i feel my fingers slip over the keys to write to you. of what is not important. simply a few meaningless words will set me up above the clouds in a serene distant state. the promise of that momentary bliss is enough to keep my reasonable side hidden away... she'll come out later, and when she comes so will the negative ideas. the "why did i say thats", and "what is he thinkings" all of which will riot through the clouds ripping them apart until i fall and smash back into newly cold reality.
of course by then the conversation will have ended and i wont know what you think of the crazed words i somehow managed to smash into thoughts that sounded like sentences at the time, but now look like the disasterous scribbled rought draft of a 5th grade report over an unknown topic.
so with the last of my resolve i hold down the backspace key until all of the mangled writing is gone. you of course have no knowledge of this inner turmoil because i never hit enter.. i tell myself thats for the best but im not sure if i believe that, then again if you lie to yourself long enough you can believe anything. so why not, it's only survival..
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
let's hear it for
these angsty
weepy poems
from our broken hearts
well
maybe we should
pretty boys
and pretty girls
we forget
all of us
how fragile we are
let's
isolate ourselves
in our feelings
(they hurt)
when we forget ourselves
and love
too hard
and miss
too much
and want
too suddenly
without knowing
just how deep
we're digging ourselves
when it hits, it hurts
our words
are our
defense
we mean them
i mean them
for you.
It's worth it, this
fragility
for our childish bliss
in reckless, disasterous
abandon.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
Even if I'm broken, I've got my heaven around me
With the blue eyes of my sky I've so gruelingly
waited in this water as my legs began to give out
Praying for this rain of mine to subside
Inside, I see the warmth of your smile under the halo
'Cause after all, only the beautiful breach Heaven's Doors
White dove etched in my wrist flew to your lips
to unlock your heart of its holy water
So please taint my blood though it's not thicker than water
Chase these chains to make this being afraid
into I'm afraid but I've got Heaven underneath me
One disasterous paradise within me that you
dig for and find my Hell is seven oceans deeper than
The sky is full_ but even if I'm broken
I've got my heaven surrounding me
as your blue eyes wipe away the crush of my tides
Please let me call you love
Because even when I'm broken
You are my heaven that surrounds me.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
Somethings, we can easily do.
But it also takes a strong will too.
If words you said.
Offended someone.
Then it might take times for them to forgive someone.
If an adulterous affair created strives.
Then you already know forgiveness won't happen over night.
Some apologies are too little, too late.
Similar to a disasterous date.
The one that requested it.
Or set it up.
Can over their apologies.
Still, with many things in life.
We know it too little, too late.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 9:54 AM UTC
///
0
( • • )
/ \
######
? Love ?
--
The true lover NEVER gets hurt !!
( this we all know !!)
--
THE PAIN
( which we talk of so incessantly and childishly )
ALWAYS comes back upon the false lover
And is felt ONLY by the false lover !!
//
THE DENIAL OF THIS OBVIOUS FACT
IS THE ESSENCE OF THE POEMS
ON HELLO POETRY
///
what is called LOVE here
Is merely POSSESSIVE INDULGENCE
//
The REAL FEAR that we have is of
Actually BEING LOVED
//
For in the LIGHT of the TRUTH OF LOVE
all our games are exposed and we are simply
Left standing in the existential terror
That is our society
//
We mask this actual terror by
Playing the GAME presented
And playing it with such RELIGIOUS ZEAL
that it tends to temporarily
Protect us from the knowledge
Of our EXTREME VULNERABILITY
////
the results are disasterous
we sink farther and farther into
Depression
And play the GAME more intently
To ease the shame
••
We should change the story !
We should make it ours !
We should LIVE !
WE MAY SURVIVE
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
Lying down,
wrapped in a simple ribbon
of cloth,
I sigh
This connfusion is a displacement
of my time here.
Thus I become
disenchanted
and unclean.
Not willing to open my eyes
and accept the causes
around me.
The burdens of rapture
surround me.
It is not clear.
Are they ample beginnings
or disasterous ends?
With a small dose of
peppered reality setting in.
I sigh
What holds the ribbon together
is just a simple knot.
A ball of deception
which allows no movement.
Tangled but organized.
A single thread of wool wrapped tight,
so tight it ruptures our core.
Coarsing it count on dismal displays
of solitude and empty hands
It is not our fears that scare us,
it is being bound up
with no casual effect
that makes us surrender
to ourselves.
I stay wrapped in a ribbon.
Eyes covered dark,
Soft and secure.
I take a deep breath.
Then I sigh one last time.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 2:11 AM UTC
Give it to me when we get back,
Give it to me whole, fully and beautiful.
When we get out of this oddly disasterous place,
Give it to me then.
Be subtle then be loud,
Give me the love without the loss.
Just show me you know my soul,
As I, too, know yours.
Let them dance
Evermore
Because right now I may be
In l*ve with you,
No matter how little I let it show.
Make sure you get home to my heart
So you can give it to me when you get back.
So come back,
Just come back.
We will always come back.
- EP
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
I often contemplate the half a plate that I ate with half a face
Half this juice is past its date
I can tell by its after taste
More than a little bitter..
And the only decency is buried deep beneath the middle
But
Now
The bottom of the base of this cup is leaking too.
Or
Is that the regrets of my heart speaking through?
...
It's hard feeling like peaking when its the weekend and you're thinking while everybody is sleeping
All alone with no reason other than being a rolling stone
That just can't get no satisfaction of his own
I tainted that
So paint it black
Take it back
And make it fast
Please don't make it last
I feel as naked as a monster with no Jason Mask
I feel a weak grip on me...
In a Kryptonite crib built with a crypt
For me
Plus a wet blanket stitched
Just like a quilt!
For me.
I can't tip toe around these eggshells on stilts
You see
This poet is just a character I've imagined up
To handle the damage I've been handed
To saddle up
And steadily battle these matters up
Because the aftermath and after what is after us
Disasterous
If it catches you faster without an Acura
Or master bus pass
Must last through the night though
Tomorrow.
We'll bother to borrow somebody's light pole
The sorrow
So sour
It gets more intense by the hour
So pucker up and feel fates lips drip with power
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC
You all are a gift, so gentle and pure.
For those of you left it’s a wonder you endure.
For those of you new to this disasterous world,
Nothing can prepare you for the pain that’s ensured.
Some lucky few will have mentors to help,
But others not so will have to learn for themselves.
I give you warning and word from the wise,
This world isn’t meant for us, but we still have to try.
We will be hurt, prosecuted, rejected;
The world will throw at us it’s worst of intentions.
No matter how hard it may be or may seem,
Remember one day coming this pain is redeemed.
It may not be soon, but never give in
Sometime eventual your heart finally wins.
The trials are hard, the tribulations worse,
But everything has Reason, just keep to your course.
I promise you all, those young and those old,
Your time will come, though it might not seem so.
You do not fight a lost battle, keep hold
You will get through this, believe me, I know.
You will find peace you’ve longed eventually
And when that time comes, help the others to see.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC